Lachlan (Dangerous Doms #5) - Jane Henry Page 0,64
ready to defend me.”
He shakes his head. It isn’t good enough for him.
I should like that. It only makes me feel guilty.
We look for the man that took my phone but can’t find them. They’ve managed to shut off whatever tracking Lachlan uses, the bastards. Lachlan alerts Tiernan, but I’m not sure what he can possibly do about it. I go to my next class, my mind a million miles away. It feels odd not having my phone. My only connection to my family an ocean away.
We go back to the hotel room the way we always do. Back doors, private entrance, security lock on the door.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“No.” My tone is short, my temper barely in check. “You should’ve gone after the guy that took my phone.”
“And left you? Hell no.” He points an angry finger at me. “And don’t you go telling me what to do.”
I turn around and nearly stomp at him, my hands on my hips, daring him. “Or what? You’ll spank me again?”
His eyes narrow. “You bloody well know it. I’ll take you over my knee every damn day until I’ve tamed you if I have to.”
“Taming? Is that what you’ve been telling yourself? That’s what you think I need? Is this what I should expect, Lachlan? Hmm? A life of being trailed by you when I have to pee, asking your permission for damn near everything, and then you punishing me if I disobey you?”
He crosses the room to me but doesn’t touch me. He stands apart, his own hands anchored on his hips. “When your life is on the line? Absolutely.”
I open my mouth to talk back, to throw his words back at him, when he kisses me. I try to pull away, try to shove him off, but his hands wrap around the back of my head and he holds me to him fiercely. He walks me backward until he pushes me against the wall, and his hand comes to my throat. He flexes his fingers. A warning.
Even though I’m angry, a little trill of something like excitement roils through me. He’s been holding himself back from me. I can feel it. I can see it. And I want to unplug his reserve and let him come at me, full throttle. I don’t want reserved Lachlan. I want all of him.
He pulls his mouth off mine, and the words he grates out are hoarse and affected. His trousers are tented, his pupils dilated. “I won’t let them touch you. I won’t let them breathe the same air you do, and if anyone tries, it will be the last breath they take.”
“I love you, you merciless bastard,” I say, my own voice hoarse with arousal and need. His won’t be a gentle wooing and never could be. Mine won’t be a spineless submission and never could be either.
“And I love you, you little brat.”
He kisses me again. I’ve never been kissed with a hand around my throat, but he does it so well.
When he stops kissing me, he’s panting.
“You know you need me to punish you,” he says, his fingers still curled around my throat in warning. “You fucking know you do.” He puts his mouth to my ear and growls. “Admit it. You’ll climax to the thought of being over my lap.”
I moan and my core convulses.
“You could come at the thought of a proper belting.”
“Stop,” I whisper, my eyes closing. He’s turning me on, and I’m trying to fight him.
“Tell me, Fiona,” he says in my ear. “Tell me what you really want.”
“All of you,” I say without censor. “I want you to stop holding yourself back from me.”
He freezes, his hand still on my throat. I go on.
“I bloody well know you aren’t giving me all of you. And how’s that fair, Lachlan? Hmm?”
“Is that why you defy me so?”
I don’t know, so I don’t answer.
He shakes his head. “I have to hold myself back from you.”
I shove at him angrily. “Why?”
His fist pounds the wall next to my head, and I jump. “Because if I don’t, I’ll fucking hurt you!”
I shove him again. “Then hurt me. I can take it. You hold yourself back because you don’t trust yourself. And yet you want me to trust you! How can I trust you if you don’t trust yourself?”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Don’t you bloody give me that! No! You know exactly what I mean!”
He’s back in my space, caging me in, his hand on my throat firmer